1 January 2000, World: Nothing but the sound of waves foaming against black volcanic rock. A man sits alone at a desk reading verses of the Bible aloud to himself. Three white crosses stand desolate atop a bare green hill. All across the empty, silent island–a kind of Polynesian Scotland–moai, or worn, hollow-eyed statues carved from volcanic stone, are staring back at the new day as if it were the old.
– January 1, 2000